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[1 year after the Yi City massacre]
Cold wind blew through the windows of the coffin home, scattering leaves and dirt around. Amidst the mess were two men, one laying in a coffin unconscious, and another standing by his side, as if he was waiting for something to happen.
The unconscious man had soft yet sharp features, and an elegant sort of charm. He had long hair which looked strikingly dark compared to his white robes, and tied over his eyes was a blindfold. His name was Xiao Xingchen. Standing beside him, was Xue Yang. If you had met him 1 year ago, you would have used the words ‘devilish’ and ‘sly’ to describe him. He was a rather energetic, yet menacing boy. He sported a smile that showed his sharp fangs ready to bite at any moment, and intimidating eyes with a gaze that could pierce right through you. He was a threat to the cultivation world.
But things are different now
His smile had long faded, and his fangs no longer showed. His eyes had almost no light, and he carried a faint air of sorrow. It was like he was a different person. Gazing at his daozhang, he began to recall the events that happened last year...